How long had it been since I and Sam dated? Three years, at least, I'm sure. Yet, did it take all that long for her to change her heart? I guess not. In fact, I'm pretty sure it took her only a day. It started when she met him. Keith, that is. We were together on a date at the cookie store where she saved my dad's life, Capitol Cookies. It was raining pretty hard out, and we had thought to enjoy some tea while we sat the rain out. The guy at the counter, Keith Marshall (his name tag read), looked pretty darned interested in Sam. Then again, which guy didn't, except in the presence of Lucy? So, anyway, she was at the counter ordering our food when he slipped her his number through the cookie bag. (I should know I saw him doing it). Well, Sam obviously realized this, too, since her conspiratorially devious hand took the slip of paper and snuck it into her purse. I admit it. I was shocked and hurt. I thought out mutual understanding of each other was something on a higher plane than secret flirtations with cute guys at the cookie counter, but I guess I was wrong, since that was exactly what Sam did.

I waited patiently while she came back with our order and sat down, and then we ate in morbid silence throughout. I think she might have figured out that I knew about Keith, but she let nothing slip as she refused to acknowledge any such thing. After that, I got my bodyguard to send her home, where I'm sure she was busy dialing Marshall's number.

I had tapped her phone since my dad was the US president, so I eagerly went home to "spy" and listen in on her phone conversations. At first, there were few calls except for Lucy, but sure enough, after half an hour of waiting, Sam dialed a local number "555-5555".

"Hello? This is Sam."

"Oh, hi! You called me!"

"Uh, yeah. I did."

"Sorry, it's just… I'm so glad you called. I really wanted to talk to you."

"You did? Well, what do you want to say to me?"

"Uh, I know you're dating that David guy and everything, but I was wondering if you were free tomorrow night?"

"So what if I am?"

"Well… We could go for dinner at the Bistro."

"You mean, like a date?"

"Uh… Maybe?"

"But I have a boyfriend."

"Right. I was just being over-imaginative. Sorry, forget I ever-"

"What time?"

"Huh?"

"I said, what time should I be there?"

"Oh! Oh, my god. Anytime you want. Anytime at all. As long as you're there!"

"Ok, 7 then?"

"7."

Then, they hung up. I admit it, I was mad. I couldn't believe she was cheating on me. I decided to follow them.